Along the beach’s neon cosmos,
The eye is reaching to perfect,
With inner tubes and cosmo’s,
Summer girls, in retrospect;
      Waving human palms to make
      Life lines out of towels and pails,
      To tumble for the ocean’s sake,
      For these torches, for the sails;
And for one of you, my dream:
Not from here and not this light,
But, as it happened, just the same
As my adolescent night.